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Friday, January 27, 2006

So Oprah interrogates James Frey.He sips water, slowly. Or so the Times reports.He let her down. She apologizes to her loyal Book Club fans.He sips water, slowly.Fancy, national book critics say truth is important. Of course it is.But honestly, why all the hoopla? Leave the guy be. It's not his fault that he can write.Just like Emeril turned couch-potatoes into masters of au gratin, perhaps Mr. Frey has encouraged a few to actually read.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

If the old adage is true, then I'm brilliantly fortunate to be tied to my slobbering chocolate lab.Usually mellow, sometimes deliriously happy and always exuberantly inquisitive -- his days are filled with a magical slow-ness that, I suspect, must lead to hourly epiphanies.A few slivers:

Anything can be a toy -- including aluminum foil and athletic socks.

If all else fails, bark loudly.

Adding little, black bows to your attire works miracles with the ladies.

When in doubt, help out. A little white paint only adds sparkle to your appearance.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

I think brands run the world. Or at least remind us -- far from gently -- that if Susie Q is wearing Sevens then Daisy O should reconsider her affinity for the Gap.Fine.But ponder this: desert islands and music selections aside, what if you had to choose one item, one thing, one subjectively miniature delight -- and toss the rest?Think it through.Tricky, isn't it? I'll go first: fancy hair salons. Can't live without them. And yes, I'd trade a Saturday morning pampering session for my Prada bag any day.Treo, anyone?